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Rise of the Phoenix
https://interracialerotica.net/erotica/articles/289/1/Rise-of-the-Phoenix/Page1.html
By Tracy Ames
Published on December 12, 2010
 
The beauty of falling apart is the numbness one has on the way down and the feeling of liberation experienced when they're reborn, stronger. Shameless Indulgence: Contains material some readers may find disagreeable. Multiple partners: FMF

Rise of the Phoenix
IRE Scoville Scale: Shameless Indulgence
















“I don’t know about this, ladies.” says Mr. Adams. “Sex? Now?”

Already nude, I blindfolded him. “We don’t want to have sex. We want to use your tongue to masturbate. Agreed?”

“As you wish.” His knees go to jelly.

I can’t decide if this is from anticipation or fear. Either way, we're pressing on. “That’s answer we were hoping for.” I lean into his ear, and whisper, “Undress Ria, and kiss her all over.”

He reaches out cautiously to make contact with Ria but pulls back. “I can’t see her.”

“Feel her. She isn’t going anywhere.”

Mr. Adams reaches again, this time his fingers clumsily unbuttons her top and slides it from Rio’s graceful brown shoulders. He touches her purple satin bra when it is exposed, he runs his hands cautiously over the fabric to find the clasp. He does not grope, feather touches, finding the clasp, releasing it, easing the bra off her shoulders.

His hands cascade Ria’s curves as he lowers to his knees.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I say close to his ear.

“Very.” He touches gently down Ria’s calves, finds Ria’s heels and pulls them off one at a time. Her tiny skirt is next...his face at hip height; she feels his breath on her skin. Fumbling, he finds the zipper and slowly pulls it down, allowing her to step out of it. He touches reverently Ria’s g-string; he strokes the satiny fabric wishing it was his mouth and, tongue running against the sheerness covering her pussy rather than his fingers. He licks his lips and I know he is imagining sucking and licking Ria’s clit through her panties but he resists and slides his fingers under the thin sides and pulls them down and blindly waits for further instruction.


“Lie down on the bed, on your back.” I instruct Ria and turn to Mr. Adams. “Kiss her, start with her feet, deliberately; be gentle with her.

He reaches for her, finds her right legs and gently runs his hands down to her foot, then tenderly lifts it to his lips, kissing softly, taking his time. Ria closes her eyes, breathing shallowly as he kisses a path up her body... toes, feet, shins, knees, thighs, a passing flurry of teasing kisses at her pussy—his cock hardens considerably so he doesn’t tarry. Across her stomach to her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth one by one causing Ria to arch upward, he covers every inch of her skin and on reaching her neck, he nibbles. Ria sighs and rolls her head to one side, exposing herself to his lazy kisses.

I let them play there, skin on skin, his lips mouth tongue bringing them to untapped heights, knowing they can’t proceed without my express permission. I notice a tiny drop of precum balancing deliciously on the head Mr. Adams’s cock, Ria moans sensing it’s there, her lips move as if offering a silent prayer for just a small taste of it.

“Enough.” I say and Mr. Adams sits back on his heels and waits. I check his blindfold. Perfect.

“Wait, please. I can’t.” he says.

“You can.” I say, then whisper in his ear. “You don’t want to disappoint Ria, do you?”

“No.”

“Well, carry on.” I step behind him. “Is she wet, Mr. Adams?”

He turns in the direction of my voice, “I don’t know. Should I,” His breath snags. “…touch her?”

“Yes.”

He inhales then blindly strokes his fingers up Ria’s inner thighs—he touches her pussy gently, feeling softness, pushes his fingers between her lips, and strokes long and slowly against her. He makes a sound as his fingers slip in the silky wetness. Ria rolls her hips, seeking his hand.

“Yes, she’s very…” he whispers. “…oh God, she’s so wet.”

“Congratulations.”

“Can I taste her?”

“Yes, you may.” I oblige. Ria brings her bottom to the edge of the bed, giving Mr. Adam optimal access to her.

Between her thighs, he pauses for a moment while his hands explore her flanks and mound, he kisses nuzzle his face against her inner thighs, then he sheepishly licks at her, starting with soft kisses, he teases her with lovely, perfectly frustrating tiny licks. His tongue glides between Ria’s labia and up to her clit, softly and quickly, over and again. Ria strains not to arch up into his mouth, I let him play with her, tease her.

“Very good.” I praise him, my voice sappy sweet. “Now, slower and harder. Right here.” I move his head into position, using Ria’s whimpering as my gauge. She twitches and lies quiet under his tongue. “She’s close, Mr. Adams.” my breath on his neck and ear, encouraging him. “See what you’re doing to Ria? How does she taste?” caressing his head.

“Amazing,” he comes up from his feast.

“Good. She’s been dying to feel your tongue, the thought of it makes her dripping wet. I’ve watched her touch herself and moan for it.” My words spiral in his mind, his tongue goes into overdrive, flicking and licking—sucking…now, slowly sucking Ria’s engorged clit. “Stick your tongue out and keep still.” He does, and Ria uses his velvety slick tongue to masturbate, fucking against his mouth, her clit slides against the softness of his tongue, he makes little sounds of pleasure as her arousal grows. Her hands in his hair, she bucks and shoves her pussy into his mouth. Mr. Adams cock jumps, rock hard—clearly being used as a sex toy appeals to him.

I see Ria’s orgasm building from deep inside of her, she’s nothing, suspended, fucking his tongue without coherent thought or care. She cries an inarticulate primal cry, her heart races wildly, she cums on his mouth and his tongue. Feverishly cum drank, Mr. Adams pistons two fingers in and out of Ria’s and laps at her pussy, feeling her spasm round his fingers. She reaches for the back of his head, moving him closer to her pussy. Her scent, her taste, and the sounds of her moans are intoxicating. Her pussy grips his fingers, her hips buck into his face. Panting heavily, Ria thrashes about, over stimulated, desperately shoving his head away from her pussy but his incessant, manic licking brings her to one last intense orgasm which all but reduces her to tears.

Ria places her hands over her pussy and twitches. Mr. Adams kisses thighs and comforts her with charmed words. She’s unable to speak but her hand on his cheek assures him.

Such a struggle, I say to myself as I watch them, such a struggle. Mr. Adams remains in position as Ria recoups. It’s almost too beautiful to disturb. But disturb it, I must. “Ria, have you changed your mind?”

She looks down at the blindfolded man between her legs and smiles. “No. No, I haven’t.” she sits up in bed. “I’m ready.”

“Wait. Ready for what?” Mr. Adams sits back on his heels, he lovely white cock points to the ceiling as he turns to my voice.

I go to him, leaning down. “Ria wants your cock inside of her.”

“Ria?” he reaches for her, then turns back to me. “But she’s happy.” Back to Ria. “You are happy, right?” Back to me. “Can’t we just stop now?”

“No.” Ria says.

“Wait, please.” He objects. “Ria, I can’t.”

“You can and you will, Mr. Adams, and you can’t do anything to stop it.” I say sweetly yet firmly. “We’ve been planning this for months, it’s time.” With a flick of my wrist, Ria positions herself on all fours in front of Mr. Adams. I place his hand on her ass and instruct Ria to arch her back and spread her knees wider. She does so; my hand moves down his stomach to his cock, I disregard his panting protest and use his cock to tease Ria’s pussy. His resolve weakens as he grows mightier in my hand. With my free hand, I dip a finger into Ria’s exposed pussy and bring the finger to Mr. Adams lips. “Taste her,” He opens his mouth and sucks, and slowly pumps into my hand, searching for her pussy. I tease her lips again, not allow him to penetrate. “You see, she’s ready for you. Feel how wet she is? Does that excite you?”

“Oh God.” Mr. Adams murmurs. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Shhh, you’ll do fine.” I say removing my top. “Would sucking my breasts make you feel more comfortable?

“Yes,” Ria answers for him. “I’d like that.”

Consternation renders Mr. Adams speechless so I speak calmly. “You’re fine. I’m here.” I slide his cock between her lips. Ria jumps from the sudden fullness, then leans back into him, he gives her ass a squeeze. “How does she feel?” I rub my nipples on his cheek and lips

“Like heaven,” he fucks her slowly. “So wet…so fucking wet.” He sought my nipples like a blind baby bird. I watch Ria’s tight little pussy sucked his cock. He captures my nipple in his mouth. “Suck.”

Without even thinking, his mouth wrapped around my nipple while his hips bucked harder, his cock going in and out of Ria’s tender neglected pussy roughly.

“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me good,” she cries between gritted teeth. “Suck her tits and fuck me.”

Ria’s pussy grasps his undulating cock, in and out, so wet, so deep, Ria was forcing him to fuck her like a wild animal—a wild animal she wants to tame, forcing him to lick and suck my breasts and fuck her. “That’s it, Mr. Adams.” I hiss sweetly. “Ria’s playing with her clit while you fuck her. You look so beautiful, so helpless, your cock being forced to take her wet little brown fuck hole while she rubs her greedily clit—and oohhh, look how excited she is watching you suck my nipples.” I give Ria’s ass a nice shake. “She told me how you used to fuck her face—it’s nothing to be ashamed of, she likes it.” The sound of Ria’s pussy encourages him. “You wants you to lie down, pulls her hair back and use her mouth as you’re using her pussy. Can you do that?”

“Oh yeah,” his pants. “Can I cum in her mouth? I mean her pussy?”

“You can cum anywhere you like. Feel how she wants you, Mr. Adams? She needs you.”

Ria rubs her clit frantically, “Oh God, I’m cumming. Cum in me…” she shouts a stream of sailor-worthy expletives. Her pussy, my tits, it was too much for Mr. Adams; he yells and empties shot after warm shot into Ria’s eagerly awaiting hole. Choked silent by spasms, he continues fucking until, finally, with one deep thrust and mighty cry he surrenders everything that he is to her.

Panting, he pulls out and they hold and rock one another so closely they morph into a yin and yang. I can’t help but smile.

“I’m so sorry.” I hear Mr. Adams say to Ria.

She says something beneath her breath and nods to me.

That’s my cue. I close the door behind me and walk proudly. Infidelity doesn’t have to be the end of a marriage; sometimes it’s the beginning of a more enduring and truthful one. Once the problems have been addressed, they bring me in.


They don’t call me The Phoenix for nothing….